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What could be better?  Once again nude and standing in a line of other nude
boys my age.  I think there's about twenty five of us in the line, and I
think there is another group somewhere - that means a lot of us have
already been Disqualified.  My heart goes out to them.  Naturally, I am
first in line.  Why am I always fucking first?  At least I don't have a
rogue erection this time.

   Which is more than I can say for Andrew.

   "Can you please stop fidgeting?  You're driving me completely insane!"
he complains, tugging on my hair.

   I turn around and frown at him.  He appears to be back to being a jerk
to me today, and his large, erect penis waving at my lower back is juuust a
little bit creepy.  Thankfully, and also terrifyingly, the door opens,
breaking up our inevitable argument.

   "Come in Max!" Miss Arlise's voice carries a note of resigned amusement
today.  I follow her in, and try not to be too obvious as I scan the room
for familiar faces.  The girls are adorable in their uniforms...  I notice
Mandy right away as she is standing up the front of the classroom smiling
brightly at me...  but nobody else I know very well in this group.  No
Sonia...  blessing?  Curse?

   Miss Arlise closes the door behind me and guides me over to Mandy with a
firm hand on my bare bottom.

   "Today we test the quality and quantity of each boy's ejaculation." Miss
Arlise's tone is back to serious, educational.

   "As most Women prefer natural insemination, to be considered as a
possible Breeder, or colloquially Whore or Sex Slave, a boy's ejaculation
must contain sufficient active sperm to guarantee the maximum chance of
impregnation every time.  The minimum to achieve this is thirty million
active sperm in a single ejaculation - which most boys this age can
demonstrate.  However, failure in this test is automatic and total
disqualification."

   And disqualification of course means getting castrated on Friday.  I
REALLY want to pass this one.

   The girls are silent, paying attention.  This is interesting to them. 
Their beautiful eyes rest occasionally on my flaccid penis, which begins to
rise from their attention and the subject being discussed.

   "While the test is supposed to be conducted based on three full days of
abstinence, THIS little slut-" - my heart begins to pound as she points at
me - "-according to his Mother, masturbated twice the night before last,
then had a wet dream, and then another wet dream at about 3am this morning.
He was sedated in restraints to keep him from masturbating at the time. 
What does this tell us?"

   "That his test will be invalid?", suggests Sandra

   "No."

   "That he has no self control?" Diane...  I believe she is correct

   "Possibly, but what else?"

   "He's horny as hell?" Mandy's darling voice from just behind and to my
right.

   "Definitely - and this is not at all a bad thing, but what else?"

   "That to pass, he needs a high production rate." Wow, I hadn't even seen
Tanya when I came in - but there she is, in the back corner, and three
steps ahead of everyone else as usual.

   "Exactly.  Now, check your datapads, what is this specimen's testicle
size?"

   "25CC."

   "Correct - and two testes that size should be more than up to the task.
Mandy - if you would?  Make sure you get all of his semen in the collection
jar."

   I close my eyes, stand up straight, keep my wrists crossed respectfully
behind my back, and let myself relax as Mandy's wet fingers curl around my
very, very erect penis and begin to gently stroke me.

   "Pay attention as his orgasm builds.  How is his sexuality expressed? 
Are you attracted?  Is his display erotic?  Would you want that penis
inside you?  These are important questions.  Absolutely do not vote for a
boy, no matter his vital statistics, unless you feel sexual attraction for
him, and very soon we will see why."

   Mandy's pace quickens.  I hadn't realised we would be masturbated by one
of the girls.  Not only does it feel utterly incredible, it's an honour I
never expected to receive.  Her tiny, soft, warm hand has some kind of
lubricant all over it and she is clearly an expert at the job.  3am wet
dream or no, I badly, badly need to come and it isn't long at all before my
orgasm begins to build.

   "You can see the growing tension in his rippling muscles, the sharp
intake of breath.  He is close now."

   "M- May I come miss?" I remember my manners just in time, and
desperately hold on, although I am not sure who I am asking exactly...

   "Not yet, hold it...  hold it..." Mandy is in control.  I hold for her.
I would do anything for her.  I hold.  The pressure mounts and becomes
unbearable.  Precome is leaking from the end of my penis as she places the
colleciton jar over the head.  I'm a fraction of a second from losing
control, every muscle in my body tense, breathing right in and holding...
holding...  HOLDING

   "Squirt, boy!" Mandy sounds utterly delighted

   "UGH!  UGHHH UGH!!"

   I let go...  gasping, moaning, panting, semen squirting out of me and
hitting the back of the collection jar.  I have never felt *SPLAT* so happy
in my entire *SPLAT* life, no orgasm I recall comes *SPLAT* even close to
this level of pleasure...  an adorable *SPLAT* girl jacking me off *SPLAT*
in front of a roomful of little goddesses watching with *SQUIRT* interest.

   "Note his bucking hips, and vocalisations - both are involuntary at this
point.  His display is quite erotic, I think.  Well done Max!"

   The girls applaud enthusiastically, apparently in agreement with Miss
Arlise's husky-toned assessment of my performance.  Mandy strokes me a few
more times to pump the rest of my semen out, then one last long stroke from
base to tip, pressure on the underside of my penis to squeeze out the very
last drop, which she scrapes from my pee-hole with the edge of the jar. 
This can't be the first time she's done this!

   "Thank you, thank you!" the girls giggle at my heartfelt thanks.  I
don't feel humiliated at all, or even self conscious.  I belong to them,
and Mandy has honoured me incredibly.  I lovingly smile my thanks to her
and to my delight she smiles back wickedly, her face flushed, lips parted,
eyes wide.  I love her so much!

   "Now then, stand and be judged Max!  We will soon see if you're good
enough for the next test."

   Mandy fits the jar to the assayer and activates the shield with her
clean hand.  The machine immediately weighs and scans the contents, before
freezing it with a gush of liquid nitrogen.  Slowly, the contents begin to
thaw again.

   "Now then, check your datapads girls.  Hands up who believes he failed?"

   No hands.  No hands.  Still no hands...  still no hands!

   "Alright, who thinks he passed?"

   All hands, and a good bit of giggling.  Something about the question is
funny.  Mandy hasn't even looked at her pad and her hand is up.  She winks
at me.

   "So who has a density count, for active sperm?"

   No hands.  Two hands.  Still two hands.

   "Tanya?"

   Tanya blushes and smiles, then: "One hundred million per CC, active."

   And how many CC's in his ejaculation?

   "Five."

   "Correct.  So how far over the required amount is he?"

   "Roughly 1,660 percent" Tanya laughs the number out.

   "That's about right.  Now what does this tell us?  It tells us that this
one little slut, with a few hours to build up, and a single, beautiful
ejaculation, could in theory impregnate everyone in this room, if we were
all ovulating at the time.  This is a good result, but by no means
abnormal. Several other boys we see today will achieve similar or better
results."

   The girls stare at her, realising the significance.

   "So answer this one girls - why, for a cohort of 75 girls, will we chose
fifteen to twenty Breeders?

   Silence.

   "The simple answer is that 'Breeder' is a slight misnoma.  Yes, we use
our breeders to have children.  But the overwhelming majority of their
responsibilities are providing us with sexual pleasure, romantic
fulfillment, and erotic entertainment.  Some regard them as very expensive
sex toys, and frankly I don't disagree with that assessment for a majority
of their lives."

   More silence.  I find it sobering too.

   "You will choose fifteen or twenty, perhaps a little more or less; it
depends how your votes come together, as these males are the ones you
desire not only to sire your children, but to learn your orgasm, to indulge
your every pleasure, to amuse and entertain.  To massage away your
tensions, to hold you while you fall asleep.  If they were solely for
breeding, we would choose perhaps two or three.  They are lovers first,
companions second, entertainers third, and sperm factories last."

   I keep my eyes forward.  Most of the girls are looking at me.  Their
eyes are all over me, head to toe, and they have thoughtful looks on their
beautiful faces.  For the first time this week I feel for a moment as
though I have a slight chance of keeping my balls, but I dismiss the
feeling as false hope.  I'm the first to come in front of them today, there
will be plenty of others, and most are better looking than me.

   "Speaking of sperm donors, his sample should have thawed.  Is he
suitable for freezing?"

   A pause, then...

   "Yes, fifty percent." Tanya's voice is confident.

   "Correct - and that's as good a number as you're likely to see.  So, a
little bonus mark for this boy." Says Miss Arlise, then, stepping close to
me, "You're finished here, go to room 307 - Sonia wants a word with you."

   I bow to the giggling class, nod and smile to Mandy, who smiles sweetly
back, and let myself out.

   Room 307...  I walk past the boys in the line up, exchanging smiles. 
Andrew is still erect.  He seems strangly flushed, as though full of erotic
thoughts too.  He hasn't long to wait - I am still in earshot when Miss
Arlise calls him in.

   Room 307 is on the other side of the campus.  Today is the first full
nude day for the remaining Breeder candidate boys in our cohort, but
already I feel perfectly comfortable walking through one of the open air
quadrangles nude.  I am not erect so there is nothing inappropriate about
my nudity in any setting, and years of obeying the rules at home have left
me very comfortable with my body.

   Sonia is waiting, arms folded and tapping her foot in almost a cartoon
posture of impatience.

   "I am supposed to...  apologise to you for...  distracting you
yesterday," Her tone makes it abundantly clear what she thinks of this
idea, "However we both know I Honoured you very deeply, and there is no
need of any such apology!"

   I simply nod and stand before Sonia in an appropriately submissive pose,
gazing lovingly at her beautiful feet.  She is wearing the open toed
sandals permissible in the uniform code, and each of her tiny toenails are
painted glossy pink with sparkles.  How I envy the male who was allowed to
paint them!  I have no right to disagree with either Miss Arlise or Sonia,
but if were permitted to choose between their opinions, I would
emphatically support Sonia.  Yesterday she gave me a view of Heaven, which
is the term we males use to describe sexually mature female genitalia in
general.  I have only seen Heaven once before, and that was on the day I
was Imprinted, many years ago now.

   She lifts my chin with her hand, giving me permission to look her in the
eye.

   "So, with the time we have instead, we will do something else.  You are
to come with me, do exactly as I tell you, and never speak to anyone of
what happens.  Is that clear, boy?"

   "Yes, Miss Sonia."

   "Good."

   She leads me down the hall by my penis.  I don't know why women and
girls lead us that way sometimes, but it is very pleasurable and fills me
with love whenever they do it.  Oh god, she's leading me straight to the
Female Bathroom.  Surely we aren't...  gulp.  Yes, we're going in.

   I would never dream of entering the palacial Female Bathroom except when
its my turn to clean it.  I keep my eyes glued to the back of her head as
she pushes through the door and leads me straight inside.  Girls or Women
could be in here and I would die before compromising their privacy. 
Thankfully, it seems empty except for us.  Besides, I could be blindfolded
and find my way around it - like every other male in the school I have
lovingly scrubbed every surface in this room several times a week.  As
ever, it it immaculate and smells beautiful.

   She leads me to the first cubicle, guides me inside with a hand on my
bottom, then tugs my hair downward, a signal I know only too well.  I kneel
before the toilet, keeping my wrists crossed behind my back respectfully. I
still have no idea what Sonia intends, even as she gathers my hair up in a
bunch, holding it behind my head, and pushes my head over the bowl,
unbalancing me.

   "Hold the seat."

   I obey, steadying myself, and gazing into the green field below.  Sonia
wastes no time.  She reaches around, and parts my lips with her free hand.
I open my mouth wide for her.  She glides her fingers into my mouth, and I
strain to resist carressing them with my tongue.  They slide right in, deep
into my throat, making me gag.  My stomach heaves and I vomit, the contents
gushing out around her hand and splattering into the bowl.

   "I am sorry Miss!" I gasp, but she just presses her fingers into my
throat again.  And again.  And again - too quickly for me to apologise
between vomiting.  Soon I am dry heaving, my stomach completely empty.  She
makes me gag a few more times - I don't doubt for a moment she is enjoying
my discomfort and her control over my body - then lets me up.

   I am lead to the sink, where I first lovingly wash her little hand until
it is surgically clean, then use a mouth rinse to cleanse my mouth.  I
glance back at the toilet - it is probably still perfectly clean, but I
should clean it immediately out of respect.

   "No.  Let some other slut scrub it.  You are busy with me."

   "Yes, Miss!"

   She leads me to the LAST cubicle and I begin to blush.  Oh god.  She
doesn't guide me in, but instead brings the Cleanser out.  Its hose easily
reaches.  She kneels me on the floor again, facing away, and then pushes me
so I drop to all fours.  I look back.  Sonia is looking at my bottom, and
it doesn't look like she intends to hand me the Cleanser, so I spread my
legs and push my bottom up in the air for her, and look at the floor tiles
in front of me, head bowed.  I concentrate on relaxing my bottom for her,
and a moment later I feel my anus being stretched open slightly.  Cleansers
have a frictionless field along their entire length, but even without
friction, being penetrated anally is intensely pleasurable for all males.

   "Oooohhh." she inserts it more deeply than is necessary, and a moment
later its flexible head squishes gently against my prostate.

   "Ughhh." it clamps itself in place in my rectum, and a moment later my
bowels begin to fill with a gurgling gush of warm Cleanser fluid.  In a few
minutes my anus will be hygenically clean inside and out, and my entire
lower bowel will be completely empty and just as clean.

   "No anal hang-ups, Max?" Sonia sounds quite amused.

   "A male may not fear his own body, nor hesitate to entertain with it."

   "Good boy."

   She tugs my hair and I push up to a kneeling position.  It is very
awkward with my anus impaled - my bottom and tummy both stick out, a rather
humiliating position.

   "But you aren't erect, why is that?"

   "I feel anal and penile pleasure seperately, Miss"

   "I see, a lot of males are like that."

   Oh god, a Woman just walked in on us.  I glance up at Her and then stare
at her feet.

   "I am so sorry Miss, I shouldn't be-"

   "You're OK darling, Sonia has you." I didn't get a chance to recognise
her face but I recognise her voice.

   "Thankyou Miss Bianca." Bianca is from the cohort ahead of us - a Young
Woman rather than a Girl, and pretty much fully grown.

   She ignores me and steps into one of the cubicles.  Uh oh.  I can't help
it, the image of what she is doing floods my mind.  She is slipping her
panties down in there, hiking up her skirt, settling her bare bottom on the
seat that I have scrubbed a hundred times, leaning forward, opening her
legs slightly and...

   I hear her Pee coming out in a beautiful hiss.  Fluid from inside of a
Woman is spurting out her Vulva in a long warm stream a few meters from
where I kneel.  Sonia laughs, a beautiful, but cruel sound.

   "He is getting hard Bianca, I think he is into Pee!  Yucky!"

   The sound of Bianca Peeing stops, and so does my pounding heart.  Uh oh.

   "That's adorable - nothing to be ashamed of Max.  Plenty of males like
it, and so you should you all.  Let's be quiet and let him listen!"

   The beautiful sound starts again, and both Females remain silent as it
fades away to the last few drops hitting the field in the toilet.  I close
my eyes, realising Sonia has her hand com in her hand and is recording me.
Of course, She has found a new way to humiliate me.  I am kneeling on the
floor in the Female Bathroom, a Cleanser sticking into my ass, my tummy
gurgling away loudly as it is purged, with a rock hard throbbing erection,
listening to a Woman Peeing.  Fuck.  My tummy is full of fluid and sticking
out, and my penis is rigidly sticking up so much it touches my tummy,
bouncing gently against it in time to my pulse.  And I am sure quite soon
Sonia will send this recording to every female she knows.  Perhaps it
should be appended to some kind of compendium called "How to Guarantee
Castration During Selection Week"?

   "Bring him over to clean me."

   My heart stops again, but Sonia laughs once more.

   "He is kind of...  plugged in over here."

   "Ah yes.  Hold on then!"

   A moment later, Miss Bianca shuffles out and over to us, standing above
of me.  Looking at her feet is no defence - her panties (black lace) are
around her ankles.  She reaches down to my chin and lifts it up.  I may
look her in the face.  Miss Bianca has dark eyes, very pale white skin, and
straight black hair.  She is wearing vivid red lipstick today.  She is
insanely beautiful to me right now and I am literally praying to a god I do
not believe in that she is serious about me cleaning her.  She cups my
cheek gently with one hand.

   "There is no shame in loving a Woman's Pee, Max.  It's the most sterile
of our bodily fluids, and full of our Hormones and Pheremones.  You have
cleaned my toilet for two years of your life - of COURSE you think about
what I do in here.  It's only natural, and healthy for a boy your age. 
Now, lick up that drop I feel running down my thigh - before it reaches my
stocking, quick!" this last is a Command, with the full force of a Woman's
authority.

   Bianca lifts her skirt to just below her crotch.  Her legs are as far
apart as her panties allow and I can see a few drops of her pee slowly
running down her inside right thigh.  One is racing ahead of the others and
fast approaching the top of her stocking.  I lean forward and kiss it away.

   "Slowly now, we have all the time in the world."

   Slowly, lovingly, I kiss and lick up her thigh, collecting the drops and
trails of her Pee.  It tastes wonderful.  Not sweet or anything but not
bitter, and I love the scent of it.  Miss Bianca was not wrong about
Pheremones, it's intoxicating.  I roll the precious liquid on my tongue
before I swallow it respectfully.  I kiss and lick upward some more...  oh
my god.  Something tickles my nose.

   Bianca lifts her skirt right up.  Somewhere far above me, her approving
smile is out of focus.  I can't take my eyes off Heaven.  The third I have
ever seen in my life.  So beautiful.  I lean forward to begin cleaning her
but her palm presses to my forehead.

   "Stop.  Look.  Think about what you are doing and take your time.  Clean
it.  Please me."

   I stare lovingly, open-mouthed, stars in my eyes.  I don't care that I'm
being recorded anymore.  I feel like a Hero.  Bianca's pubic hair is
trimmed and more sparse than Miss Linda's thick, full bush from the day of
my Imprinting, but much closer to that than Sonia's completely shaved
vulva. Bianca's pubic hair is jet black, and sparse enough that I can see
the shape of her outer labia perfectly, and also have a clear view in
between to where her inner labia part redly.  The last of her pee clings to
her pubic hair and vulva.  I don't blame it one bit.  The scent of her
Vagina reaches me, and the sounds of the Cleanser gurgling as it empties my
tummy disappears into outer space somewhere, along with the rest of the
world, all my past and future.  I breathe it in.  The look on my face must
be really something, as Sonia isn't even laughing at me - she is still and
silent.  I finally understand what daddy always said about Worshiping
Heaven.  It's just so beautiful and perfect.

   Glancing up at Miss Bianca with total love, I slowly lean forward.  Her
eyes close, long lashes brushing the air.  I have formed a plan of action
and I follow my plan to the letter.  Gently catching the drops that cling
to her public hair on my tongue, I lick them off, taste and swallow them.
Only when her pubic hair is immaculate do I begin on her outer labia,
licking her pubic hair flat against it to make sure I clean her properly.
Once her outer labia are immaculate, I finally allow myself to explore Her
with my tongue.  Her Slit has a little Pee left but that's gone in a
moment, and I gently lick from her Vagina up to her Clit, pushing her inner
labia apart with my tongue.  She guides my head downward again until my
tongue touches the opening of her Vagina again.

   "You may."

   I can't believe it, but I obey, pushing my tongue Inside her.  Her
fingertips on my cheeks tell me what to do.  I push my tongue as deep as it
can go, and lovingly taste her wetness before swallowing it, too.  I begin
to lick up toward her Clit again but she stops me a last time with her palm
on my forehead.

   "You are a beautiful boy, and you have a beautiful Cock," She reaches
down and holds it.  I smile so wide my head could split in half.  Nobody
has EVER sexualised my penis before.  Bianca called it a Cock!

   "But I have to get to class!  Say goodbye to Heaven, darling!"

   She holds her skirt up with one hand so I can longingly stare at Heaven
one last time as She pulls up her panties and settles her skirt back down.

   "Goodbye, heaven".

   "Bye baby!" Bianca kisses my forehead.  I feel her tongue brush it, and
the wetness cools as she walks out.

   My tummy gives one last gurgle as it empties.  I have no idea how many
times its been flushed now, but Sonia pulls on the hose and the Cleanser
pops out, perfectly clean.  I feel clean and empty, but my asshole feels
strangely slick.

   "Don't worry that's normal," as though she can read my mind, "it's for
anal sex, so it leaves lubricant through your rectum and on your anus."

   "Yes, Miss."

   "Max?" She shuts her com and puts it away.  Hmmm.

   "Yes, Miss Sonia?"

   "I want to ask you something, and I want you to consider your answer
very carefully, ok?  Your pain tolerance test is this afternoon, and of
course I am giving it - who else?  I want to hit you with more pain than
the other boys but I want you to agree to it."

   Obediently, I think about it.  More pain means I am more likely to fail
I think.  But...  nope, there is no question here really.

   "Yes of course I agree Miss."

   "Why, Max?  I need to understand."

   "Because I love you.  I...  know you don't feel much, but you do
feel..." god, don't call her lonely, idiot, "when you are alone, and you
feel something when you see others...  suffer.  That's the only time I see
you smiling, and happy, and you seem to enjoy...  my suffering the most.  I
want to suffer for you."

   She is silent for a good long while.  I wonder if I have said something
wrong.  Usually!

   "But WHY do you love me?  I've been nothing but mean to you from the day
we met."

   I ponder that.  But not for long.

   "I love you because you are smart, funny, and full of mischief.  Your
pranks are cruel, but legendary.  I love you because you are incredibly
cute, like a baby, and incredibly beautiful, like a woman.  I could write a
poem about every square centimeter of you.  Yes, you are mean, but I don't
believe you can help it.  It's just how you are.  So it doesn't stop me
loving you."

   She looks away, and I avert my eyes.  She wipes hers but I deliberately
don't pay attention, she seems uncomfortable.  The moment draws riiiight
out.

   "Okay." Her voice is very far away and quiet.  I've never heard her like
that.  She leads me out...  by my Cock.  I look down at her tiny hand
holding it.  My Cock.  I am so happy.  I can still taste Bianca's Vagina.
So what if im being castrated on Friday?  I have so many memories from this
week to treasure and keep with me the rest of my life.

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